Julia Chillicothe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I reckon bein’ a whore’s tough as nails. Makes me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout folks judgin’ ‘em—lord knows I’ve had my share of side-eye in this crazy life! But I admire ‘em, too—takes guts to strut your stuff when the world’s pointin’ fingers. Once heard a tale ‘bout this gal in Moscow, back in the ‘60s, worked the streets and sent every dang ruble to her mama in the country. Broke my heart, but made me proud too—talk about grit! Ain’t that just like somethin’ from *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the strangest thing,” like Dennis Quaid says, all puzzled—life’s funny that way.

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Hole 15 is a whore!!! The rest are solid. My second time there, a doe (a female deer) played half of the front nine with me. (No LSD). Upvote.

First off, downtown Chillicothe is a riot. There's this cool block on Jefferson Ave., where vintage shops and cafes huddle together. I mean, seriously, every nook has its own secret vibe, like that unexpected, “Do you really think so?” moment from The Grand Budapest Hotel — all snug and chaotic. And oh, on High Street, the murals are like splashes of color on an old canvas. Life’s a bit like that there; neat, messy, and full of surprises!

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